The master of metaphysics led his whole family to become gods after being read into his mind

"You come down with me."

The boy's urgent voice came from behind. It was Yang Cheng who slipped up. He blocked the host's fat hand and whispered.

Ji Xiaoyu snatched away the host's microphone with quick eyes and hands, ignored everyone and continued: "Is wedding trouble a custom passed down from your ancestors?"

She counted and found that there were a total of 25 banquet tables in the lobby, with less than 300 people at full count. There were not many people in this village.

"Little girl, what do you want to do?"

The older man slapped the table, and the noisy voices around him fell silent.

This man is the head of Yangjia Village, a thin man in his fifties, but he has sharp eyes and a very imposing appearance.

"It's okay, I just want to ask which ancestor of your Yang family is it?"

Ji Xiaoyu seemed to be talking about today's weather, and said casually: "I am a magician. I can talk to your ancestors."

"Are you crazy?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? You can call our ancestors out. Why don't you say go and call out Qin Shihuang?"

"That's it, pull this crazy girl down quickly, village chief, don't listen to her nonsense."

"Bride and groom, are you going to hold this wedding?"

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Soon, everyone started arguing again.

The banquet tables closest to the stage were filled with old ladies and old men. They were not so repulsive. Instead, they started talking about the ancestors of Yangjiacun with great interest.

"The ancestor of Yangjia Village is the village chief's great-grandfather, right?"

"No, it should be Old Yangtou's great-grandfather."

"I also think it's our grandparents!"

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Ji Xiaoyu saw that the fat host was trying to grab the microphone again, so she leaned over and pushed him down.

The host rolled twice and fell to the ground. He couldn't even push a kid. He felt so embarrassed that he closed his eyes and pretended to faint.

"Actually, Qin Shihuang can also be called up, but I heard that he recently became one of the Ten Halls of Hell, so I'm afraid he won't have time to pay attention to me."

She took the microphone and explained seriously, then lowered the microphone and whispered to Tang Lin, "Do you mind if I play some more?"

"It doesn't matter. As long as the third lady is happy, we have both obtained the certificates. It doesn't matter whether the wedding is held or not. When you have a good time, we will go to the city to treat you to a meal."

She was actually waiting for someone to help her out.

"Well, I'm treating you!"

Yang Fan quickly put on his clothes and said with a smile.

This wealthy daughter has such a good personality, no wonder her daughter-in-law has always admired her very much.

Ji Xiaoyu took a look at Yang Fan's face. He was single-minded, filial and kind-hearted. He did not have great fortune. His life was full of ups and downs, but he would be smooth sailing after marriage.

It's a good and good subject.

It seems that she was not wrong.

"My great-great-grandfather's name is Yang Kaizhi. If you can call me my great-grandfather, today's wedding troubles will be over."

The village chief made a drastic decision, but his eyes were full of teasing.

You pretentious little girl, if you hadn't seen your background, I would have found someone to kick you out.

"Village Chief, this little girl is a sorcerer. I'm afraid she's not as good as the little sweet grandson of the village goddess. She's asking our ancestors to come out. Don't laugh so hard!"

"It's the village chief's kindness that gave this stinky girl a chance to fool around."

"If I hadn't heard that this is the daughter of the Ji family, I would have thought so."

"Shh, keep your voice down. Let's see how she fools people later. No matter what the result is, we will go up and pull her down. Although we can't do anything to people, we can still mop up some trouble."

"Hey, you're still smart!"

It turns out that they already knew their identities. Mimi made an angry snort and wanted to scratch their faces.

Ji Xiaoyu touched its head and comforted it softly: "Don't worry, the heavy rain has already started."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was thunder outside the house.

There was a "boom", thunder roared, and heavy rain poured down. Some guests who did not bring umbrellas and were reluctant to take a taxi sighed at the rain.

"Zi La ~ crackle!"

The lights in the lobby flickered on and off, and suddenly went out in the blink of an eye.

"Ah! Is there a power outage?"

"Why are the lights out? Is that dead girl on the stage pretending to be a ghost?"

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"Miss, are you okay?"

The various complaints did not affect Ji Xiaoyu's secret operation. She was lighting the talisman to summon the soul.

But Yang Cheng's worried voice sounded in his ears again.

This guy is a good prospect.

I have not contracted any bad habits in the village, I have almost escaped from the mire.

"It's okay, just stand still and it will light up in a while."

Of course, what lit up was not the lights, but the will-o'-the-wisp charms in Ji Xiaoyu's hand. A total of seven or eight charms turned into balls of flickering blue light and floated toward the center of the stage.

The timid ones were so frightened that they ran away. The older and more experienced ones were frightened but still calmly shouted: "You stinky girl, stop pretending to be a ghost and bully us. Have you never seen a magic show?"

The village chief and several respected old men and women crowded together. He asked the old man next to him in a low voice: "Dad, will she call Grandpa out?"

"I would like to, but your great-grandfather has been dead for so many years. Even if he shows up, I wouldn't recognize him."

The village chief's father is the old village chief. He is already in his prime years and almost ninety years old.

He has no aspirations in this life. He just has fun and eats every day, waiting to die.

Seeing the battle that Ji Xiaoyu created, he even vaguely hoped that this little girl was really capable. If he could see his grandfather who had been dead for fifty or sixty years, he would also look forward to it.

"Yang Linzhi!"

Call ~

Who called him?

For many, many years, no one called him by his name.

The retired old village chief looked ahead with dazed eyes.

At this time, everyone realized that this was not magic or a performance, but a real spiritual scene.

Eight old men and women dressed in old-fashioned clothes emerged from the talisman's will-o'-the-wisp, and their figures gradually formed, scaring many guests into cold sweats.

"Ghost!"

I don't know who shouted, and those who reacted in fear cried and wanted to leave.

"Quiet, everyone sit back in their seats."

Ji Xiaoyu's microphone was still good, and the sound reached everyone's ears, scaring everyone to stop their steps and movements.

At this time, Yang Cheng also knew what was lighting up. He felt that he was not afraid at all, but looked at Ji Xiaoyu with longing.

Bravo!

It turns out she is really a magician.

Although Tang Lin was scared, when she saw her husband, who was more timid than herself, holding her arm and shivering, she instantly became brave and said, "Fanzi, don't be afraid. The third lady is a good person and a powerful heavenly master. She is Saving us, saving everyone."

"Okay, okay, I know, I understand."

Yang Fan promised, but he didn't open his eyes. He kept hunching his neck and leaning on Tang Lin's arm.

Tang Lin: "."